my poem
Untitled -a poem
The day has arrived to talk of many things.
Many of thses things i have no idea.
Maybe one day you could help me figure out what all of these many things are.
I'm hoping that soon i could find the answers to thses questions that i ask.
Figure out why i am the way i am.
Find the way to my grounds and dreams that long await.
Hiding away doesn't help.
It just makes it worse, trying to stay hid from the light that has blinded me so.
Still lying alone with no one to say,
"It will all be okay."
I see my future coming fast.
I will still need a helping hand.
To help me come back into the light that i've feared.
The day has arrived to talk of many things.
Many of thses things i have no idea.
Maybe one day you could help me figure out what all of these many things are.
I'm hoping that soon i could find the answers to thses questions that i ask.
Figure out why i am the way i am.
Find the way to my grounds and dreams that long await.
Hiding away doesn't help.
It just makes it worse, trying to stay hid from the light that has blinded me so.
Still lying alone with no one to say,
"It will all be okay."
I see my future coming fast.
I will still need a helping hand.
To help me come back into the light that i've feared.